Page 14 of Fragile Union

She turns on her heels and walks out of the room, not once turning back to make sure that I'm following.

"You're skating on thin fucking ice, Romero. Do not fucking question me again," Makenna snarls. "I know what Holly is capable of, what she's comfortable with. I know my niece. Do you believe I'd put her in danger?" She shakes her head in disgust. "You're dismissed." She waves her hand indicating that I should go.

I bite back my retort, having to remember this isn't just my boss, she's also my sister-in-law. The woman pisses me off unlike no other. I turn and follow my wife.

"Talk," I demand as I enter the bathroom, where she's already naked and climbing into the shower.

"What exactly would you like me to talk to you about?" she asks sweetly, and I hate that saccharine voice she has; she uses it when she’s putting a wall up.

"What the fuck, Holly?" I snap, wondering why she's being so fucking childish.

She glares at me as she steps underneath the stream of water, my body tightens as I see the water trickle down her body. "What the fuck what? You disrespected the boss, Romero. You can't do that shit. Are you that much of a fecking eejit? Christ on a bike Rome, this is the boss, what the hell is wrong with ya?" Gone is the sweet willowy voice. Her tone is harder, it has acid to it. Her accent thicker than before.

I narrow my eyes at her wondering where the fuck my sweet wife has gone? The one who never back talks me. "Wanna watch your tone?"

"No," she snaps, "I don't want to watch my fucking tone. You married me knowing who my family is."

"You're fucking innocent," I roar. "You stay the fuck out of our business."

She blinks, the anger dissipating from her. "You think I'm innocent? I'm far fucking from it. I may not have killed anyone, but Rome, I'm so far into this life, I bleed it. It's who I am, who I have always been."

"Bullshit," I fire back. "You don't fucking bleed for us, no more."

She shakes her head as she reaches for her loofah. "Hon, I love that you think that, but you and I both know that's not true. I'll bleed for this family, just the scars we bear are different. Yours are deeper and embedded in you and have been for a long time. Mine, well I pray every day I don't get sucked into the darkness."

That's never fucking going to happen. "You're pure, doll face, you're not like the rest of us," I say, as I start to strip out of my clothes.

Her eyes widen. "No, Rome, I don't have time."

I shrug, like I give a fuck. "You're mine doll face, which means I can fuck you whenever I want to." I step into the shower and she immediately moves toward me, her loofah abandoned. As much as she'd like to pretend she's pissed, she wants me as much as I want her.

I lift her into my arms, and she wraps her legs around my waist, "Rome," she whispers when I push into her. Her arms go around my shoulder where she holds on tight, "God, you feel so fucking good."

I move so that her back is pressed against the wall and thrust hard into her. Biting back a groan as I hit deep inside of her. Fuck, her pussy is so fucking tight.

I never thought I'd be this guy, the one that would want to be with the same woman every night. But knowing this woman is mine and only mine has ignited something inside of me, something primal. I don't love Holly, hell nowhere fucking near, that's not who I am. But I care for her, probably as much as I care for my brothers. I'd take a bullet for her just as I would for them.

"Rome," she groans as she tightens around my cock, "ah," she cries as she detonates. I press my mouth against hers swallowing her cries as I thrust harder, my balls tighten as I plant myself inside of her and come.

I rest my forehead against her breasts as I regain my breath. "You need me, doll face, call me," I tell her.

Her arms around me spasm. "Hey, this still isn't about me going to see Maruzzo is it?"

I lift my head and glare at her. "The man is a fucking monster," I snarl, pissed she's acting as though going to see that motherfucker isn't anything out of the ordinary.

Her hand brushes against my face and I still. "It's what I do," she says softly, "I'm the money girl, Rome, I'm the one who makes sure you all stay out of jail, I'm the one who makes sure you're all above board and legit. So yes, sometimes I must go and see these arseholes who believe I’m stupid and not worth their time, but they have to deal with it as I'm the one that's in charge of most of their finances."

"I still don't like it." I hate she has to deal with this shit, she should be untarnished, pure as the day I married her.

"You don't have to, this is what I do, it's what I've always done. I now work for Dante and Makenna, just as you do. I'm glad I don't have to see the shit you do." She unwinds her legs from my waist, and I pull out of her. She moves down my body until her feet touch the ground. "I'm now running late and Kenna's going to be pissed." She gripes as she stands back under the stream of water.

"We really need to move." I sigh as I reach for her loofah.

"Told you, hon, whatever you want. I'm surprised you hadn't suggested it before. It would be so much easier for you, you'd be home earlier, you'd be closer to your men. You wouldn't have to live in a house with your brothers."

Ain't that the motherfucking truth. Since Holly and I have been married, Alessio's been even more annoying than usual. He's taking risks he shouldn't be taking. Dante tells me to leave him be, he's making a foothold for himself in a world where he never had one before. But gambling? That's something that could go fucking wrong if he tangles with the wrong man.

"What about you?" I ask as I wash her body, "Wouldn't you be more comfortable here?"

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